The Window, by Life Has Meaning |
The rain falls through the gashing wound. The dust inside the hole-soaked through. The sunlight shining through the clouds, my eyes burn as light stings them now. I'd be amazed if understood, but knowing that you never would, I stare out through the rain and snow, as it pours through the hole in the window. |
Posted: 2010-05-24 15:26:29 UTC |
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